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We are all strangers in a strange land [Open]

WHO| Nasir and others
WHAT| Nasir decides the best way to cope with being brought to Panem is to ~~try and hit people a lot~~ spar.
WHEN| The same day as Nasir's arrival, lasting for most of the day.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS| Violence, probably some cursing

Nasir knew he should get his bearings and explore the new city he found himself in but it was overwhelming. There was simply too much to process. Everything was unfamiliar from the clothes to the people to his own room. While it was more comfortable than the tent he’d lived in for months, he missed the tent all the same. As he missed many things, not the least of which his friends and lover. Even if he returned he didn’t know if he would find them: if Laeta and Sibyl had convinced Agron to move on beyond the grasp of Rome without Nasir or if he stubbornly remained waiting for him, at risk of his life.

Nasir's anger at being torn away-- enslaved again-- brought him to the training center. The journey there had been interesting to say the least and he did not care for that elevator room. But as soon as his hand grasped a spear he felt more at ease. Now if only he had something other than a target, someone who could give him a proper challenge.

Looking around, he spotted a figure and quickly approached them.

“I would spar with you, if you are of desire.” Nasir himself did not appear to be impressive. Short and lithe, he went shirtless and wore a necklace of what, on closer inspection, were three phalluses. But he had a determination in his eyes and he handled his spear with surety.

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Nasir easily sidestepped and batted the spear away with his own. A disappointing start but either Albert was hesitant to fight or he lacked confidence. That could be fixed and it would be if Nasir had any say in it.

"That was no attack. Again! Do not hold back." Nasir's voice was harsher as he had stepped back into the role of trainer and tester.

More than that, he wanted a fight.

"This isn't the arena. I don't wish hurt you." He seems completely unaware of how insulting that could sound, the base implication being that he could hurt Nasir, someone who has far more experience with the weapons in question. Confidence is definitely not the problem.

Nasir was used to far worse. At least this was only an implication and meant well. That didn't mean he appreciated it.

"I stand in no danger so long as you hold yourself so. You set foot too firmly on ground." Nasir pointed to the floor briefly before raising his spear again. "This is not the arena and you will not kill me today. Again."

Letting a centering breath, Albert squares his shoulders again and pivots, thrusting at Nasir without warning and remembering to shift his weight forward this time as he was shown. The result is a much more decisive strike with his grip set so he can sweep left or right if necessary.

Nasir blocked the thrust and pushed the spear hard to the side, testing how strong Albert's grip was. Then he spun his weapon on its side so it struck the bottom of Albert's spear. He hoped for the man's sake, that the combination attack would not make it fly out of the other man's hands. Though Nasir was accustomed to witnessing such embarrassment.

For all his faults with the spear, a weak grip is not one of them. If anything he's holding the thing too tightly and the strong hits send vibrations crawling not just through the weapon but up his arms as well, clattering his teeth. Still, he holds on and attempts to retaliate, swinging the pole around to slice with the bladed end, though he's much too slow for it to be viewed as terribly threatening.

Again Nasir blocked, this time stepping back as well to put more distance between them and better allow his next move. He flipped his spear back, with the blunt end facing Albert, and, after a fraction of a second's worth of consideration, thrust it forward at his midsection and not up to knock back his chin as originally planned.

Instead of using his spear to block and knock aside the thrust, Albert takes one hand off of his own weapon and pushes the end of the spear aside with his palm, allowing himself the room and momentum to spin towards and to the side of Nasir, bringing his elbow up to stop a fraction of an inch behind the other man's nape if he hasn't moved.

He could easily lose his own weapon this way, but if Nasir allows him this close he could also knock him out had he followed through with the strike. Albert may be close to useless with a spear, but hand to hand combat he's been engaged in for over half a century. Granted, that's with his cybernetics intact. Where he'd not have felt his palm batting at the metal spear shaft before, now it's not metal itself and therefore stings like the dickens.

Nasir had moved quickly. He hadn't been expecting Albert to get his hands on the spear but as Albert spun, so did Nasir in an opposite direction, away from his opponent. He jerked his weapon again to strike Albert's pole and then follow it up with a swipe across his neck, still using the shaft instead of bladed end. He had no desire to decapitate his sparring partner.

While Albert's a little slower on his feet, he does track Nasir well and the pole of his own spear comes up to block the swipe at his neck, the German rocking on his feet at the impact. He should have dodged, ducked under the blow and utilizing the opening it gave however slight, but he hadn't had the time awkward as his stance is.

Still, he knows his advantage against Nasir is his weight and he decides to use it, pushing the locked poles towards the other man in an effort to knock him off balance and aim a blunt strike just under the ribs with the butt of his spear.

Of course he's not used to such a long weapon either and in trying to flip the blunt end up he overcompensates and snags his own leg on the head, not doing much more than leaving a shallow scrape but it's embarrassing and amateurish all the same.

Nasir was accustomed to fighting a heavier opponent and he adjusted his own weight accordingly. Just as he was ready to step aside so Albert would fall forward from the momentum, the spear moved out of the way and came toward him. But as soon as he saw that it had caught on the other man's foot, Nasir surged forward.

He slammed his spear against Albert's then moved to thrust his own directly under the man's chin, ready to stop it before it pierced flesh.

Thrown off by his mishap, Albert can barely react as Nasir makes short work of the rest of the match. It leaves the German at Nasir's mercy, frozen with the top of the spear poised to shove up through his jaw were the other man actually aiming to kill. He puts up one hand in a show of surrender, lowering his spear in the other and making sure the message is clear before stepping back so they can both relax.

"The spear is not your weapon." Nasir said. He kept the spear pointed at Albert's throat for a moment longer before pulling it away. He took a step back and nodded. "That can be fixed but you will find it harder to hit foot with sword."

He glanced at the man's foot and was satisfied that he had not injured it badly.

"No, I don't think it is." Once Nasir has backed off, Albert bends to examine his wound. It's barely even bleeding, just a mild abrasion. "I'm more used to long ranged projectiles, but perhaps a sword would be something to learn."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. "Unfortunately, in the arena, we must make do with what we have and there may not be a choice of weapon."

"Then we should train with all those available to us." Nasir glanced at one of the bows set up for use. He had used one a handful of times when he'd first began training but it was quickly deemed that he would be of more use with a sword in hand and then, later, a spear. He would have to remedy that.

"Yet time is not a luxury we have." He sounded bitter, even through the hardened facade he maintained.

"Yes and no. We may have some, but I haven't been here long and I don't know how much time there is between arenas." He looks at Nasir quietly, debating whether to try and take up the sword or offer something else. He decides on the latter, feeling he's embarrassed himself enough for one day between Nasir and everyone else that he's talked to during his training time, and would prefer to train more alone.

"You're an excellent warrior, I'll grant you that, but how much do you know about survival skills in various settings?"

"Gratitude." Nasir chose a sword as well. If Albert wanted another fight it would be better if they were more evenly matched. In retrospect, he should have done that to begin with but the desire to overpower someone, if not his captors, had been stronger.

"I am experienced." Nasir looked at Albert. "Various settings? Is it not the same one?"

He lowered his sword by his side.

"Not always, no. You should ask your mentor for a more thorough explanation, but I'm given to understand that the arena's conditions vary greatly each time. The last one was an indoor museum, previous arenas have been deserts, forests, and even urban settings."

He shrugs a little. "You'll need those survival skills, to find water if nothing else."

"My mentors explained much to me yet not everything." Nasir could not admit that he understood all of what he had heard. It had been a lot to process and most of it had involved "this is an elevator," "this is a sink," and other things that most people here took for granted.

For instance, knowing what a museum was. He wasn't even going to bother asking Albert. He could find out later.

"I did not imagine it would be so."

"No? These games of theirs are savage and they're always coming up with new and more interesting ways for the environment to do us in. I think that may be more dangerous than the other combatants."

And that's saying something.

"I do not recall my mentors telling me there is a way to prepare for such. Are we limited only to training for combat?" Even if they had no way to predict where the next arena would be, Nasir wouldn't mind putting his other survival skills to practice in different environments.

Still, he had enough faith in himself that he would find a way to survive.

"There's areas down here set up to practice camouflage and other wilderness survival techniques, but there's a limit to what can be done in a simulated environment." He waves a hand vaguely at the copse of trees along one wall and the paints and things spread out on a table nearby. "Still, it's better than nothing."

Nasir guessed that was more than he could ask for but it wasn't much use to him at all. He'd already avoided Roman legionnaires in the woods (though not entirely successful, as his scar attested) and had served as a scout on mrore than one occasion. Practice here would not help him.

"I suppose it is. Gratitude, Albert, for the fight and your words. If you wish I can show you how to better handle spear."

"I would like that, thank you." But for now, he's tired. He's spent the better part of the day training as it is and he doesn't want to overwork himself. If they were pulled into an arena unexpectedly the next day, the last thing he'd want would be for his weariness to put him at a disadvantage.

"Another time though, I think. I should rest awhile so I can start a lesson fresh."

Nasir nodded. "I will be here often." When exactly he couldn't say as so much of this building and the city itself was unfamiliar to him, but he knew that he needed to practice-- and vent his anger.

"Whenever you are ready."

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